A State

Blest is the Man, whose Heart is found, When Trials come, upright and sound, Whom not the Hopes of greatest Gain, Nor Fear of most tormenting Pain, Nor yet the most magnetick Pleasure, Nor Honours heap'd up without measure, Can cause to shrink or start aside, And leave the strait Way for the wide. This is the STATE on which my Eye is fix'd, Oh! that no Cloud may ever come betwixt, But that my Heart may henceforth always dwell, In that which doth all earthly Things excel; For he alone can stand the dreadful Shock, Whose House is built on the eternal ROCK.